Where the Grass is Greener.

Constantly,
my mind is a warzone
where my thoughts conflict
with what my heart yearns to do,
because there once was a time
when we were filled to the brim.

Erupting with childish joy
we would play hopscotch
to our hearts' content,
or journey under the pretense
of treasure hunters -
through our very own
little lost valleys.

We would go gallivanting,
as far as the eye can see
where our pots of gold await us
at the end of the rainbow,
where the grass is greener.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

As an older person myself, I can see how life robs us of our childlike joy & uninhibited pursuit of play, until later when we get old & we don't give a damn anymore about those forces that smashed us all those years. I love how you use something symbolic like hopscotch -- a simple pastime that requires nothing but the ability to hop -- this harkens all these kinds of simplicities when life was simple. I'm not crazy about using "grass is greener" becuz it's a cliche . . . could be re-invented to something more fresh! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you, happy you enjoy this!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

This is beautiful, so personal and relatable. It conjures such vivid memories of childhood that in itself conjures sadness at the loss of innocence. The warfare of thoughts you speak of do so often drown out the tides of the heart and it is a true horror. Wonderful poetry

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[emipoemi]

There seems to be two stories being told at once, and the first doesn't really find closure, as we never come back to it. As I say that, I see that might be the message of the war zone of the mind described in Stanza 1, but the other two seem smooth and lucid enough to contradict the war zone aspect, and not coming back to the war zone reality kind of defeats the purpose of beginning with that, because we never really closed off on it before diving into dreamland, therefore leaving us hanging in a weird way. That last line of Stanza 1 is also a little awkward as the "filled" is not serving as a comparison for any "empty" imagery, so up in the air is the question of what were they filled to the brim with.....

However, on the whole, the execution of this poem, the flow, the imagery, those final lines - all fantastic, and I love it for that. It def has the potential of being a gem, but it aint there yet. Great start!

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you for the review, I tried to conflict it a bit but it does seem out of place, thank you for pointing that out

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.